The Taijitu Tavern

[Talmann]

y'know, Emp., you could ignore those posts annoying ye...

and besides, the Tavern CANNOT be destroyed, even by nuclear weapons, again, check your history. I already fixed that problem. Taco, if you cannot help it, just go after Bara, as he can neither, and we can have our own gladiator ring... Ooh! Idea...

*Runs off to revive a thread...*

[Solnath]

"Lookie 'ere!" Soly shouts as he crashes in, obviously wasted and dragging some poor soul from the neck. "My first recruitment!"

[orsis]

isn't he dead?

[Khablan]

Maybe he's just breathing reeeeeaaaaallly slowly.  Good for you, Soly.  Gold star.  Bartender, I'll have another beer!

Jukebox, jukebox... oh there it is!  Let's see now... METALLICAAAAA!!!

[Tacolicious]

*Taco wakes up in the corner slowly*

Hey guys, I just had the craziest dream about nuking the tavern... and you were there... and you were there... and you too... man it was one crazy real dream, I gotta cut back on the booze.

Bartender gimme a rum and coke and this time just make it a double...

*Taco knew that his mind ran free and the dreams were a side effect of this blessed condition. Although some would never understand the full depth of it he knew it wouldn't be nearly as precious a condition if they did*

[Vive Mon Genie]

* vive stirs from her coma-like sleep, yawns,  and stretches*

hey guys.. what did i miss?

*gets up from her table in the back and walks to the bar*

mmmmm..... *rubs her face in a half sleep way*

i wanna shirley temple please...no maybe a.... oh i dunno just GIVE ME A DRINK!

when vive wakes up she is really cranky and delusional until someone gives her a BBBBIIIIGGGGG HUG!!!!

[Latagon]

*Hugs Vive*

Ok, now can I have another drink?

[cerud]

Hey Khablan!  Yeah, I'm the new one around here.  Thought I'd pop by the pub and see the friendly faces.

[Khablan]

Interesting dream, Taco.  Were there any midgets in it singing about a lollipop guild?

Cerud, let me buy you a drink.  It gets a little crazy in here now and then, but I'll let you share my cloak of invincibility.  Bullets and flamethrowers and nukes just bounce off it.  Handy little thing, I'll tell ya.  Here, have a cookie.

[Allama]

* Alana meanders back into the tavern after a too-long absence.

"Hey everyone!  Who fancies a game of quarters?"

[The Empire]

"OOOOWWW My head!! What the hell did someone slip into my drink? And why am I covered in nuts and bolts?... Oh... that was just the dellusions again, wasn't it?"

[Tacolicious]

A game of quarters sounds good. *Taco tosses a quarter into a pitcher of beer* Consume! *Taco tosses a quarter into the fish tank - How long have we had those fish?* Hmmmm... well it's the game I guess... consume... *Taco gulps down the fish tank liquid* Oh my god, these fish are swimming in Vodka!

[Allama]

Um, I've never heard of that particular manner of play... but I'm game.

* Alana throws a quarter into the nearest glass of wine.

Yippee!  This way, you win every time!  Or lose!  Depending on what you want more.

[Larry]

*Larry tosses a quarter (silly American money) towards a pitcher of beer, but it bounces off and lands in a vat of nuclear waste*

Um, I don't want to play any more.

[Khablan]

Mama Khab tosses a quarter, which bounces off of Empire's headgear, glances off Allama's foot, ricochets off the moose head, and smacks some poor unconscious schmuck in the eye.  Where it actually landed is anyone's guess.  So she looks as innocent as possible, in the hopes they'll all think someone else did it.